Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' like traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys down with me, four flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My girl's was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch
Was my love, that I will admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a
Do these rappers know, how it go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or I let my hair grow?
I know it stop, even though they try
45 years, in like a homicide

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so

2: COAST]
The has got me on edge
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, I'm dead
Man, it's best
'Cuz these days, Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I to change things
'Cuz whoever I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where your lie
I be down the back street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the two-way
So come wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal baby, this is real life
This is what it feels like, when you in the life
This is what it still like, fly the kite to Los
I''d to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

3: SPM]
I'ma stay strong, then they thought
I made 'em so sick I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
South Park, slap on my Noah's Ark
Money ain't a thing, never will I it
Guess that's why the gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, spent it on my
I put a diamond necklace in my fridge
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to stuff a fuckin' ounce in one blunt
So many enemies, for no reason
they mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
some car friends wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, still can't take it
Homie, I'm the of this shit, man face it

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily